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Broken earth

Leaves the color of dying embers dance to nature's floor
Squirrels will read my footprints as the telling of my story
Green fingers reach out trying to hold my clothes in their hands
The trees whisper in a language I've forgotten how to translate

Flying dust swerves into my eyes blinding me to the carnage before
Can't bear for me to notice how the vibrant forest lost its glory
Charred corpses of trees grieve for a loss I can't ever understand
Green grass falls away into the pain of the forrest's blackened state

Fires leapt to the sky competing for who could make the highest flame
The sky burned with acidic tears of the forrest's breaking heart
Heat crept in all directions sneakily at first overwhelming the defense
Earth was tortured watching the the burning of fightless leaves


Now, lone Coyotes howl a wild call to honor the battleground the land became
Tall redwoods closed their eyes to the burning of their bark
Pines prepared their roots for the fires and stood tall waiting in suspense
Smoke taunted the birds who could only watch their homes burn in shattering defeat

Even my puppy is still, feeling the pain living in each stick and leaf lying on the ground
Ancient trees are gone forever, their survivors are little saplings born in wake of tragedy
A cigarette was all it took to leave thousands of years in bark burning- their stories silenced
Looking back at autumn leaves dancing in the air- vivid colors are a living tribute to this side

Walking carefully through a graveyard of broken land- my hyper dog doesn't make a sound
the earth is mourning for what it lost-the way you think of when you see an amputee
Stumps broken by the fire staring at their healthy sisters face the flashback and wince
Standing on this side of the border-void of new life its a solid reminder of all that died



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  • Natural Disaster
    February 8

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    The imagery this poem produced as I read was amazing, i could definitely feel sorrow and remorse.
    Great write and GL!


  • Shannon62875
    October 7, 2008
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    I was looking for a poem not a story...


  • she still smiles x gold member
    October 6, 2008

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    Greattt. Gosh, your writing is so captivating and filled with a splendor I don't typically see anymore in poems. To be able to write so vividly and beautifully is such a gift. I can't even say what I loved the most, because I enjoyed the whole piece, except this line stood out to me the most:
    ~Squirrels will read my footprints as the telling of my story~

    I don't know why, but I absolutely loveddd that line =] Anyways, don't ever stop writing! Haha:P You definitely have opened my eyes with your writing<3